Falling Asleep on a Stranger

How the hell did Tony know who Alan was? I didn't believe that was possible. What could they possibly have in common? This didn't even make sense to me. It didn't even seem like it could happen.

"When did you know Alan?" I asked nervously. I didn't know if I wanted to hear the answer to my question, but I asked anyways.

"Oh, uh, I don't know, not that long ago, I met him last school year, around April, I mean, we were pretty close until recently..." He got quieter and quieter until by the end of the sentence, I couldn't hear a word he had said. I was so confused and frustrated, and I couldn't comprehend the situation. I had to know more about what had happened with him and Alan, but I didn't think now was the time. He looked uncomfortable and I was already pissed off, I didn't need more aggravation.

"Uh, oh, okay, well uh... yeah..." I didn't even know what to say. I felt like screaming. I didn't want to scare him off, but I waited awkwardly for him either to go on or change the subject. I almost wished he would go on, but not everyone gets what they want.

"So, uh, have you dated anyone else besides Alan?" Tony leaned in and tried to seem interested. His eyes became bigger and I couldn't help but stare into them. I stopped and lost my place for a second, but recollected myself before it was noticeable.

"Uh, I did in like, middle school. But nothing serious. Maybe like the longest relationship I had then was like a month or two. But I'm pretty sure you wouldn't know about them." I knew for sure he wouldn't, because I had moved to Clairemont after the eighth grade. There was no way he was gonna know about my middle school life. And I didn't care, anyways. It wasn't an important part of my life, so I didn't talk about it much.

Interrupting my thoughts, Tony spoke up. "That's alright, I mean, i've had so-called 'relationships' like that. They're nothing to brag about, but they can help sometimes. They're not horrible, haha..." But I wasn't listening really. I was staring at Tony's face... Then started moving my eyes down, looking a little closer at his neck, slowly moving down to his torso, just looking over him, kinda observing his body language... like how his left leg would move the tiniest bit and it seemed like he hadn't noticed. For this entire week, all I could think about was Tony's laugh, his eyes, his smile, but I had never looked at him. His arms actually looked pretty strong, and he wasn't out of shape, like, at all. Gah. I was daydreaming again. But I couldn't help it, I had the world's best-looking guy in front of me.

"Haha," I laughed, remembering I had a conversation to answer to. "Yeah, they're okay. They kinda show you what a relationship is without getting into it too much, and they kinda, like, uh... they kinda, uh... nevermind." What was wrong with me? I had a point in my mind, but I couldn't even form a sentence that made sense out loud. I needed some air.

"Uh, i'll be right back, gotta pee!" I jumped up and ran into the bathroom. I locked the door and sat down against the cold wall and tried to calm myself down. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy was it so difficult to talk to Tony? It's not like I was in love with him or anything. Stuff like this shouldn't be this difficult.

Maybe it was just because I hadn't had a deep conversation with someone in a while. That was probably it. Just nerves about this stuff, and not being used to talking about it with someone. Yeah, that had to be it. Trying to slow down my thoughts, I closed my eyes tight, then I let the muscles go, and at the same time, took a deep breath. After a bit I started to feel calm, and I was almost ready to go back out there. That is, until someone knocked on the door. I jumped and my nerves were back to where they started..

"Who, uh, who is it?" I croaked out.

"It's me, Tony. You okay in there?" He sounded concerned.

"I, I'm okay. I just needed a minute." I said a little louder than before.

"Okay. Uh, do you want to head out soon, or do you want to stay here?"

I said that it was alright if we left, and I opened the door to go back to the table. But as soon as I opened the door, I realized Tony was leaning on it, and he fell backwards into the bathroom. I heard him gasp but I caught him before he hit the ground, and he seemed more surprised that my arms were there than he was when the door opening suddenly.

"Oh, er, thanks." He mumbled and tried to stand up. I helped him to his feet and walked to our table, which luckily wasn't too far from the bathrooms.

"Not a problem, Tone." I said, muffled by the cup I had lifted to my face to drink from. I swallowed the small sip that was still in the cup, left a tip on the table for Austin, and we walked out the door in silence. I was used to it though. It gave me time to focus on Tony himself, rather than just his words. I heard him say something, but I was a little preoccupied with thoughts, and I didn't hear the first part of what he said.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Well, uh, I was wondering if maybe we could go to your house? Since we're not that far and everything, and my house is a longer walk from here..." He seemed unsure if it was okay for him to invite himself over to my place, but I had no problem with this at all. I nodded excitedly.

"Yeah, for sure. My parents aren't even home anyways, and even if they were, it's not a big deal." I half-smiled at him, but he wasn't looking at me. He was staring off into the distance, almost as if he was deep in thought. I didn't feel like interrupting, so we just finished the walk in silence. I texted Vic to see if he could fill us in on what happened in tech, and I walked up the stairs of our front porch. Tony tried to hurry behind and come up them, but he was going so fast that he fell flat on his face, hitting me in the process. I flipped around and there he was, on my front porch, face flat on the hard stone.

"Oh! Ow, ugh, well that sucks." He yelled, muffled by the stone. He was bleeding from his nose, and it looked pretty bad.

"Oh my god Tony, hangon, are you okay? Lemme run inside i'll get a tissue or something!" I was freaking out, and I sprinted around the corner into the hallway and grabbed a box of tissues from the closet. "Here, Tony I got some tissues, here let me help you up oh my god i'm really sorry are you okay I feel so bad oh my god," I brought him over to the couch and sat him down gingerly. I couldn't stop talking and I was trying so hard not to panic, even though I kind of was. But who could blame me, the greatest guy I had ever met fell flat on his face at my house. I felt like it was almost my fault. I yanked some tissues out of the box and handed them to him in a rush. I plopped down next to him on the couch, helping him hold them in place. After a bit he started to relax, and it seemed like the blood had stopped gushing out. He seemed better than he was at first. I took a deep breath and calmed myself.

"Tony i'm so sorry. Are you okay? Is anything broken or?"

"Nonono, I don't think it's broken, just a blood vessel." He cracked a smile and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Okay. I just feel really bad. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, i'm fine. It's not even your fault anyways." He took the tissues away from his face, and he had a small cut above his left nostril. It was pretty small, but it seemed kinda deep and the blood had smeared, so it seemed to be bigger than I thought. I gasped a little, and got up to wet a paper towel, and I wiped the blood off of his nose when I came back. It was kinda awkward on both parts, I was sure, so I tried to make it a bit less by talking.

"You know I really am sorry. I know it wasn't my fault, but still. I feel bad." He blushed slightly. "I know. I'm just a klutz. If it makes you feel better, I'll be more careful next time I move. Okay?" He threw in a small smirk at the end, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Okay, but you've got to promise. No moving without doing the circle check first." I winked at him. He rolled his eyes in return.

"Whatever you say, sir." Was his reply.

God, he was so cute. Not being able to kiss him was becoming a problem for me. I needed to change that... and soon.

"Tony, can I, uh, can I tell you something? Promise not to get mad or anything. Okay?"

He smiled at me and just said, "Yeah sure, what's up?"

"Um." I swallowed, which didn't help anything. There was no turning back now. The lump in my throat was the size of Texas. But I continued anyways, not wanting to leave him hanging.

"So, uh, well, when we first met, I thought you were a pretty cool guy, and I uh, well, um..." I looked down at his lips and then swiftly to my own lap. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and I felt so embarrassed. I was almost surprised that I was blushing so much. But what surprised me most was when Tony put his hand on my leg and lifted my head, forcing me to look him in the eye. Our faces were inches apart; breathing had become an incredibly difficult task.

"I uh, I think I understand what you're trying to say."

And then our lips crashed together. I gasped and I could feel the smile forming on my face. Our lips moved together in an innocent way for just a second, and as quickly as it had happened, it stopped.

"I- um."